I find myself thinking, more often than I guess I should be, about what would happen if I died, to those who knew me. This time, I thought about who, if anyone, would even pay tribute to my memory, if I was even worth it. I mean, I spent a good number of years spending all my time SOLELY focusing on making others happy, friends and strangers alike, and now I'm just so busy that I can't do this to my liking, and it makes me feel horrid, because in order to help others, I have to help myself first, which makes me feel selfish.
... Anyways...
I'd hate to ask people what they'd do if I died, because honestly you never know on what terms you will be with someone when it happens... ... So instead, I will say this:
A picture means more to me, despite the quality of it, than I believe anyone can ever truly grasp. I can see beyond the lines and pull from any piece of art the amount of time, effort, love, and soul that was put into it, and that is what I see, and feel.
If my time comes, all I would want is a picture. It doesn't even matter of what, as long as it was drawn in my memory.
Yeah yeah I feel like I'm asking for birthday presents early or something like a total douchenozzle, but I mean, if I was walking home from the library today and something happened to me, I never would've been able to say this...
Thanks for listening, my ponizzles~!
-Shero Aura